Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Egypt and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Iggy Pop to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
X-101,
Sun Ra,
Symarip,
Jeff Lynne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Little Man,
Maleditus Sound,
Aswad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camouflage,
The Remains,
Shoche,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tres Demented,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions,
Minny Pops,
Bill Near,
Half Japanese,
The New Christs,
Robert Hood,
Ultravox,
Urselle,
The Misunderstood,
Circle Jerks,
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Flag,
The Happenings,
The Victims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Colin Newman,
Hashim,
Q and Not U,
Black Bananas,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
Trumans Water,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
New York Dolls,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lindisfarne,
the Bar-Kays,
The Beau Brummels,
The Five Americans,
Joyce Sims,
The Gladiators,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.